After breakfast they sat in the living room and chatted for a while. Since it was the weekend and the girls were taking care of patrolling they were able to take it easy for a while. Nobody brought up anything supernatural. It seemed as though they all just wanted to keep the conversation light.
Around noon Sarah excused herself to take a call. Xander looked at his watch, “Oh Willow we should get going. Anyone else wanna come?”
“Where’re you headed?”
“We’re gonna meet Dawn at this huge music festival. It’s free to get in.”
Dean considered it for a moment, “What kind of music?”
Willow answered this time, “Rock and alternative mostly. It’s neat.”
Buffy looked to Dean, “You wanna go? It’ll be fun.” She smiled and nudged him with her arm.
“You’re going?” She nodded. “Alright. I’m in.”
Sam watched this with curiosity. Buffy and Dean had been flirting for the last couple of days, but as far as he knew nothing had happened yet.
Robin looked at Faith, “You feel up to going?”
“Hell yeah! Are you kidding me?”
“Apparently, we’re in as well.”
He looked at Dean who was nodding, “What about finding dad?”
“It’s one day Sammy. Lighten up and have some fun. You’re the one who always wanted a normal life. Here ya go. One normal day.”
He was thinking about it when Sarah came downstairs with a bag in her hand. “Sorry guys but that was Miles. He asked me to take care of a job over in Ada. I’m gonna be gone for a few days.”
Dean and Sam jumped up, “What!? We came to see you!”
“I’m sorry but unless you want to ride along, I will be back in a couple of days.”
“Sammy’ll go with you. Come on, let’s grab your stuff.” Dean started pulling his brother upstairs.
“Hurry up. I’ll meet you outside.”
Sarah wasn’t looking forward to this trip anymore. She knew why Sam and Dean had come to see her. John had explained when they talked on the phone. She didn’t want to hurt them, but she made a promise to John.
When they got to Sam’s room and Dean had closed the door, Sam started in on him. “What the hell Dean? Why did you tell her that I would go?”
“If you go with her you can get whatever information she has on dad. Besides, I figured you might want to spend some time with her.”
Sam was furious at his brother but had to admit that he was right. He didn’t want Dean to know that though. “Why don’t we both just go with her? We can follow her down and then head out from there. Or is it really because you wanna spend some time with Buffy?”
“Hell yeah I wanna spend my time with Buffy! You think I wanna be trapped with you and Sarah hunting, when I can be here having fun?”
“Fine.” Sam grabbed his bag and went for the door.
Sarah was standing next to an older Jeep with her leg propped up against the door. She was no longer wearing that skirt, but had changed into some low cut black jeans and a black spaghetti strap. “Ready?”
“Yeah. So, what are we hunting?” She climbed in the driver’s seat and he got in the passenger’s.
“Miles said it sounded like a Nightmare.”
“As in a bad dream?” He was confused.
“Not that kind of nightmare. It’s almost like a ghost. It turns into vapor and enters a person’s bedroom and sits on their chest while they sleep which suffocates them.”
“Doesn’t seem all that scary to me.”
“Their victim can’t move. They are paralyzed and can’t speak to call out for help. They can feel that something evil is there and know that they are going to die.”
“So how do we kill it?”
“I didn’t have much time to research it but I brought the book that deals with the nightmare demon.” They pulled out onto the main road and Sarah turned on the radio. “What do you want to listen to? I’m not sure what I’m in the mood for.”
Sam seemed almost shocked that she would ask his opinion. After riding with Dean for so long he had pretty much resigned himself to the fact that he would be listening to hair metal bands for the rest of his life. “Anything that Dean would hate.”
Sarah laughed. She knew how anal Dean had been about his music. Guess not much had changed about that either. “Alright, grab that CD case back there. Put in anything that doesn’t say classic rock and you’re good.”
Sam rifled through her case for a few minutes. He wasn’t sure what anything was because they were nothing but mix tapes. Some said things like ‘country’ or ‘R&B’ and others just said ‘mix’. It looked like she had everything in there. He grabbed one that was labeled ‘everything’ and threw it in. The first song that came on wasn’t even in English. “What is this?”
“It’s a Celtic band from Ireland. I can’t remember the name right now but it’s pretty good.”
Sam sat back and listened to the music for a few minutes. She was right, it was good. He turned to regard her. So much had changed, and yet, she was still the same. With everything that she had been through her smile still had not diminished. She still seemed carefree. He had always admired that about her.
She noticed him staring, “What?”
“Nothing. You haven’t changed.” She laughed at him. “I’m serious. You still seem so happy. It’s nice to see.”
A serious look came over her face. “You’ve changed. You seem harder, angry.” He couldn’t deny it. He was angry. His dad disappeared on him and his girlfriend was murdered by a demon. He didn’t really want to talk about this right now though. There were other questions he wanted answers to.
“So why didn’t you call? After we left Sunnydale?”
She noticed the change of subject for what it was and was glad. “I did call…a few times. I left three messages on your dad’s phone but no one ever called me back.”
“What? We never got any messages.”
John had gotten the messages but never told Sam about it. Sarah had asked him when they talked and he admitted to erasing them to stop Sam from getting hurt. She really didn’t want to give Sam another reason to be mad at his dad though so she kept quiet. “Well I left them. After Xander and I broke down I thought about joining you guys. When I couldn’t get a hold of you, I dropped it. We raised enough money for Xander to get back to Sunnydale and I went out on my own. I bought a car and traveled, hunting as I went.”
“You were going to come back?”
“Yeah, I was.”
He had been angry with her for not calling him when she left. Now that he knew she tried he could finally let go of that anger. She had wanted to come back to him. She really had cared about him. He might have to thank Dean for this later.